Futuristic Violence and Fancy Suits (2015) by David Wong

Author:David Wong [Wong, David]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Humour, Action & Adventure, Humorous, Fiction, Science Fiction, Sci Fi & Fantasy, Kobo, Adventure, Superheroes
ISBN: 9781250040190
Google: ZObPrQEACAAJ
Amazon: 1250040191
Publisher: St. Martin's Press
Published: 2015-10-05T11:00:00+00:00

29

Zoey stumbled back. Everyone was screaming.

She was surprised to find that her arm was still attached to her body. And in fact, Molech’s two hands were still clasped to it. But Molech was not attached to his hands.

He was standing ten feet away, staring at the neat, bloody stumps where his hands used to be. Standing in between Molech and Zoey was Armando, holding a bloody, smoking katana and looking as startled as anyone. Zoey frantically pried the two disembodied hands off her arm and flung them to the ground, like they were a couple of huge, disgusting insects that had landed on her.

Molech continued staring at the two spots in his universe that for his entire life up to now had always been occupied by hands. He did not scream, or panic, or cry. He bared his teeth and furrowed his brow, then slowly closed his eyes. Frustration, like he had just busted out in a game of poker and was already trying to think of ways to get his money back.

His henchmen, on the other hand, were staring wide-eyed, like their whole world had come undone, as if they’d just seen the sky open up and a huge God poop fall out. One of them bent over and started retching.

Molech turned and stumbled toward his truck, barking at his men for help.

Zoey grabbed Armando’s sleeve and said, “Finish him.”

But Armando was staring at the smoldering katana, which had two ragged, charred notches in the blade, like a demon had been gnawing on it.

Zoey shook him.

“Hey! He’s getting way!”

Armando snapped out of it. He moved toward Molech, but now Molech’s henchmen had closed ranks, forming a bare-chested wall around their boss. Black Scott was dragging Molech into the bed of the monster truck, and the rest of the dudes piled in. The crowd parted as the massive truck rumbled away, its fake engine sounds droning into the distance.

There was stunned silence in the crowd. After all this buildup, the whole thing had played out in less than five minutes.

Armando put a finger in his ear and said, “Jeff? You there? We need to make sure that truck never gets where it’s going. Especially if it’s going to a hospital.”

Armando watched the truck round a corner. He looked down at the katana again, then walked over and handed it back to Wu, who was standing in awe.

Armando said, “This is a genuine katana. I owe you an apology. And I will replace it, I think I ruined the—”

He was cut off by a hug from Zoey. “Holy crap! Suddenly I get why you charge three hundred an hour.”

“And to think that I took this job without finding out how truly crazy you are. You got right in his face.”

Andre had made his way to the scattered, flaming ruins of the pyre and found where the microphone had been tossed aside.

He picked it up, turned to the stunned crowd and said, “Uh, thanks for watching, everybody. That was of course a scripted event that, oddly enough, was laid out in Arthur’s strangely specific will.

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